Here's chapter 4! I'm posting these all the same day since it's what I have posted on Wattpad. Review and share, please! Thanks!
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November Washington POV
A flood of emotions flew through my mind as I processed the news. My family was gone… Gerard and Mikey had explained everything, me and Gerard sharing tears as he explained my mother's last few moments. And I still couldn't believe I was talking to the Ways of My Chemical Romance… "Is that your natural eye color?" Mikey asked, and I looked up at him, nodding.
"Yeah, unusual aren't they?" He nodded, agreeing with me, before speaking again.
"So, tell us about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
"Favorite music?"
"That's very vague… genre or who I like to listen to?"
"Both."
I smiled, "Rock music, mostly Alternative. Joan Jett, David Bowie… but mostly I listen to you guys. My Chemical Romance has been my favorite band for years… Green Day and Blink – 182 are pretty great, too. But yeah, you guys are defiantly number one."
"…..Seriously?" Gerard said, shocked.
"Uh… yeaaaah…" He frowned, and looked out the small window, deep in thought. I was confused, but shrugging it off, I turned back to Mikey and his questions.
"What about your favorite color?"
"Blue. Cyan blue, to be exact."
"Like your hair!"
"Yeah, like my hair." I giggled.
"Favorite T.V. Show?"
"Criminal Minds."
"Movie?"
"It's a tie. Between Labyrinth and Beetlejuice." He opened his mouth to ask another, but suddenly a loud ringing filled the room. It was his cell phone, going off. He went into the hallway to answer, and I turned my head to look at Gerard. "You've been quiet… are you alright Gerard?"
"We're really your favorite band?" He whispered, his eyes still at the window. But I could still tell them were tearing up by their glossy look reflected from the sun light streaming through the window.
"Yeah…. Why?"
"Oh god, I'm so sorry…"
"Don't be, I mean it's not like it was any of your guys' faults, right?"
"Wel-" He was cut off by loud voices outside the door. Then a short haired man burst through it, followed by another with a 'fro, taller than the first. I instantly recognized these guys as Frank Iero and Ray Toro, the other half of My Chem. Frank was beaming,
"I'm glad you are awake and okay, November!" He said excitedly, leaning on the end of the bed, propped up by his arms.
"Oh, um… me, too…" I replied, awkwardly.
"Don't scare the poor girl, Frank!" Ray said, rolling his eyes, and playfully shoving the smaller man. Mikey slipped past his fighting friends and sank back into the same chair.
"Who called, Mikey?" Gerard asked.
"It was Lindsey; she wanted to know if you knew how long you were staying here. Also if you wanted her to come out here." Gerard was deep in thought once again.
"Tell her… no, and yes." He replied, slowly.
"Okay then." Mikey, pulling out his phone, texted his brothers response.
"There's one thing I want to know," I said, "while you all are in here." I looked over their faces, quietly asking, "Who was driving? You never told me…" Their expressions told me that this was the one question they had hoped I wouldn't ask. Gerard rose from his seat, finally looking away from the window and stared into my eyes, his filled with guilt and misery.
"It was me… I'm so sorry…" He said, his eyes filling with more tears. I silently pulled him toward me, hugging him tightly.
"Don't be. It's okay…"
"Thank you…" He said, his strong arms hugging me back.
Gerard Way POV
I didn't understand. This girl forgave me for killing her entire family. Just like that… 'It wasn't your fault' she had explained to me. And we've been sitting in her bed, her head rested on my chest, talking for hours. I lost count of how many. And as her eyes closed, I held her closer, and she fell asleep in my arms. Now, I'm just sitting here, thinking.
"Gee?" I looked up to see Mikey in the doorway. He was leaning on his shoulder against the frame, arm resting above his head.
"Yeah?"
"What's gonna happen to her?" He gestured to November with his hand.
"I don't know, Mikes…"
"I mean… is she going to a home for orphaned kids? Stay with a relative? Does she even have any!?"
"I said I didn't know, Mikey! I really don't freaking know!" I quickly looked down at the sleeping girl, hoping I hadn't woken her. She sniffled in her sleep, unaffected by my outburst.
"I'm sorry, Gee. Well, I was thinking…. And… maybe… what if….."
"What if what?"
"Well, our tours over now and… nevermind… nevermind it's stupid…" Already, I knew what he wanted to ask. I had been thinking the same thing.
"Mikey… I know what you mean…"
"Really?" I nodded. Take her with us. Adopt her and let her live with us… I pondered the thought. "I think it's a good idea." Mikey said, seeming to read my thoughts. "But," He continued, "If you're really going to consider it… I say wait for Lindsey, she'll be here tomorrow morning. And it's really late." He went to the ugly green chair he had occupied earlier. "You're staying there?"
"Yeah, I don't want to wake her if I try to move." He nodded and fell into the chair, soft snores following almost instantly. I grinned and shook my head. My fingers mindlessly played with a loose string on the hem of the scratchy blanket, given to me by the doctor. I couldn't stop thinking about that idea. How could I? Is it really smart to consider taking this stranger to live with me and my family? Wait… she wasn't really a stranger…. I don't know. I couldn't concentrate, I was too tired to think straight. I just need to sleep. I felt my eye lids drop and I fell into an uncomfortably dark, dreamless sleep.
